Caught in the Act

“Hey, Harry! Wake up!”

Harry woke from his slumber, groggy and disoriented. He reached for the nightstand and came up empty. He looked to find that the nightstand was on the other side of the bed. Absentmindedly, he felt for his glasses and, finally finding them, put them on and sat up.

“Fred? George? What are you doing in my room?” Harry asked, looking at his friends in the doorway.

Fred and George stood still, their gazes fixed on Harry, obviously not amused. “Your room?”

Harry started as he looked around. His memory returned to him in a rush as he realized that he was in Ginny's room, sleeping in Ginny's bed, and had just been discovered by Ginny's twin brothers.

Harry blushed a new shade of red. Giving in to the obvious, he sighed. “Well, there it is. You two caught me red-handed.”

Fred smirked. “I'd say it's more like we caught you with your pa-”

“Good morning!” Ginny sang out as she walked into the room. Harry realized she had just got out of the shower; she had one towel wrapped around her head and another, larger towel wrapped around her body. She parted her brothers forcefully and walked around the bed to give Harry a peck on the forehead. She then turned and sat on the bed next to him.

“How did you sleep then?” she asked.

Harry smiled. “Pretty good. I was exhausted, after all. You?”

Ginny smiled and stretched out a bit. “I just couldn't stay asleep. How on earth could I?”

“What the devil are you on about?” George said suddenly. Harry looked over to discover that both Fred and George's eyes were darting back and forth between him and Ginny, expressions of shock on their faces.

Ginny swung around on the bed and crossed her arms. “That is none of your business.”

Fred blinked. “You didn't!”

Ginny stood up, obviously angry. “It is not for you two or anyone else to tell me what I can or can not do.”

George's face turned red. “You're our little sister, and Harry’s on very good terms with us, but this... I never thought... bloody hell...”

“You wait until Mum finds out,” Fred added.

Ginny put her hands on her hips. “You wouldn't dare!”

Fred and George crossed their arms together.

Ginny set her jaw. “Fine. Go ahead.”

“We're not leaving without Harry,” George insisted.

Harry sat up straight. “It's okay, Ginny. I'll go.”

Ginny turned to Harry, lowered her head a bit and nodded.

Harry lifted up the sheet he was under, then stopped and looked at Fred and George. “Do you mind?”

Fred and George's eyes bulged. They shot a glare at Ginny before turning around. Harry got out of bed, put on his jeans, shirt and shoes, and gave Ginny a quick kiss before walking out of the room, shoulder-bumping the twins as he walked between them. They followed Harry downstairs and sat across from him at the kitchen table.

“You know, with all I’ve done for this family, I wouldn't have thought you two would do this to me,” Harry commented as they waited.

Fred looked uneasy. “You are like one of the family, Harry, but this is Ginny we’re talking about.”

Harry was shocked. “I thought you two wanted me to be 'part of the family'?”

“We do,” George said, “but when it comes to some things, it's usually best to wait.”

Harry suddenly felt a bit smug. “I see. And you two are waiting, of course?”

Fred and George shot glances at each other, but before they could respond, Mrs. Weasley walked into the kitchen carrying flowers.

“Good morning boys, how did you sleep?” Mrs. Weasley said as she put the flowers away.

“Just fine, but we hear Harry had an interesting night,” Fred said casually.

Mrs. Weasley didn't skip a beat. “Oh? How so?”

“Well,” George said uncomfortably, “We found him sleeping in Ginny's bed.”

“Ginny and I had a bet,” Harry explained. “I told her one day that I thought my bed was the most comfortable in the world. She told me that she had done some things to her bed that made it so much more comfortable than mine. Well, I couldn't believe that anything could be more comfortable than the bed in my room, so she bet me a box of chocolate frogs that hers was better than mine. I took the bet, and last night we sleep in each other's beds.”

Fred and George's ears progressively turned redder and redder as the obviousness of their mistake sunk in. Once Harry was finished, George stood up to join his brother.

“Ah, well...” Fred said nervously.

“There it is then,” George replied.

“Apologies would seem to be in order-”

“Yes, yes, you have our sincerest apologies-”

“And we'll just be going now-”

“Ta ta!”

They turned around together and ran back up the staircase.

Ginny, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley remained motionless for several moments, looking around at each other silently. Ron snickered first. It wasn't long before they were all laughing uncontrollably.

“That will teach those boys a thing or two,” Mrs. Weasley said slyly.

“It was a brilliant idea, Ginny,” Ron said proudly. “It worked like a charm.”